Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.